Two months had come to pass since the last time deep amber pools took in the sight of the weeping willow forest and in that time so much had happened. Their smooth barked trunks and whip like branches that once upon a time tickled the fur atop her head a welcomed sight indeed to the piebald woman whom now made her way through their drooping canopy, allowing the blossomed buds dotted along each branch to grace her crown with a kiss each time her movements came to a halt. Absorbing the view of things anew around her. How much the landscape had already changed with the coming of spring in the two short months she was gone. The light drizzle falling from the clouds above coating each tiny pastel flower in a glossy layer of water droplets which shone in the faint beams of light that managed to protrude through the dark stratocumulus riddled sky. Swarthy pelt beginning to grow heavy from the accumulation of liquid to each slicked strand of ebony and ivory. A quick shake on occasion helping to alleviate the excess water weight.
During one of these momentarily rest once reaching the border her head would crane away from the torn flesh at the jugular of a doe she had brought down as a gift to the pack and to one side to adorn her shoulder with a few licks of her salmon tongue to clean and dry the fur within reach. Ears constantly flicking to and fro at the slightest noise that echoed about in case a member of the pack had caught on to her scent, that of the fresh spilled blood from the deer or caught sight of her if the drizzling rain proved enough of a nuisance to discard their scents entirely. Which wouldn't quite be the best since the scent of the pack was long gone from her hairs now. Leaving behind only the aroma of her personal perfume marking her as nothing more than a loner. Away from the ridge much had come to pass for the Ashrelle woman in such little time. She had been courted, taken and deserted. Stumbled upon a former member of the ridge unbeknownst(and still so) to her and came face to face with an enemy of the pack. The wolves of Black Thorn Downs who had a makeover and relocation. Their lead female by the name of Minka. Met an old friend who's location was to be kept under lock and key for their safety and even informed the woman of her past of her mate's daughters pregnancy. Something that held weight behind the words.
But that had all come to settle like dust after a storm. Her dark tinted orbs scanning the surrounding area once before angling her head back to allow a short call resonate on the airways. Informing the dark queen, @Elettra and her partner in crime @Angier that their prized huntress had returned to their lands. Even if a subordinate came to greet the patch work woman she wouldn't mind. Seeing a familiar face of home ached within the confines of her chest. The Ashrelle had enough of the outside world and was ready to come back home. Where she belonged.